Its such a disgrace to the so called "civilized" society to glorify death as some extravagant event. Worse still that people who supposedly never associated with the MJ are now showing special interest in his death - coz they can just rake in some more money!. There were so many people who could have helped his sagging career, which might not have led him to depression and eventually his untimely death. But now, they never did that. All they see is money at every time. Sad bastards!

So true, you put the right message. Give the legend his peace atleast now.

I used to listen to MJ a lot in early 90's after my dad introduced me to the “Dangerous” album when my dad got a brand new 200W Philips Power House with surround sound. Cutting edge back then! I love the music King of Pop makes.

Coming back to MJ, I must admit I really feel for the guy. I did not follow what happened to him after his death, but after reading your post I felt bad for the guy. I mean he was not normal (a relative word, unfortunately), but he was surely responsible for making many people happy. I don’t think he adversely affected anyone. I'm taking the liberty to share some of my happy memories here SG. Here goes.

I have a younger brother and we fight a lot. Sometimes it ends up into a bloody brawl! Literally. We would immediately realise that we were bleeding and we would become the best friends the next second, with our minds completely working at the same wavelength, trying to make a theory to explain to our dad. “Karate classes dad!”, usually worked. Some other times when we do fight and just have some sprain or a muscle injury we would just decide not see each other for a few minutes. Sometimes when I play MJ on such occasions, the both of us without our knowledge become best friends again and though are not good dancers, increase the music, start jumping on the sofa, on the bed, and run around in the house. My mom, unshaken is always at peace no matter what. Scooby, a Great Dane (phew! one could imagine), however, would get up and want to check out the commotion. Scooby would get so excited that he would jump to keep his hands (I like to refer to his front legs as hands as I think it’s cute, but that is a different story) on our shoulders and my brother and I would have a few of inch long red scratches. We never really did mind that. Our dad would come back home from office and see us drenched in sweat. And Scooby gives him a warm welcome, just like any other day with his hands on the shoulder and a instant facial. But you wouldn’t want a welcome from Scooby when he is in the mood to play! Ya, we have a dozen of torn shirts in the wardrobe. But we don’t stop fighting, and we sure don’t stop dancing, er… jumping for MJ’s music! The best part is that Scooby loves it.